Mirabell finished brushing and tying her pigtails and put on her top hat. She inspected her goggles to check that the last stain from Asahel’s jizz had been removed from the lens, then she donned them. Asahel had been the latest lucky recipient of Mirabell’s notorious ‘Flight Goggles Facial’.

She’d honed it over the last three years, initially because she disliked the taste and texture of semen in her throat. As an alternative to coming in her mouth, she had offered Emmett, her first lover, the chance to jizz on her face.

“They have a slight magnifying effect,” she’d told him as he jerked his spit-covered cock above her nose,  “It’s kind of  hot!”

Emmet’s penis had been an inch from her when he came, and the semen had sprayed in spittle drops across the lenses of her goggles, her nose and her forehead.

She’d found it hot watching him come so hard at such close range, especially as he was fit, athletic and naked.

And, of course, they protected her from getting semen in her eye.

Silas, Bazel, Asahel, Gideon and Theodore had all added their signature to her lenses. Mirabell could close her eyes and picture each one of their cocks being held close to her eyes. Sometimes, when masturbating, she thought about inviting them all back for a six-person gang bang, thinking how hot it would be to have five cocks in her field of vision. Five cocks she could choose to tease, suck or deny.

Mirabell looked up at the posters she had around her. All the great zeppelin pilots stared back down at her, suited for flight in uniform. Smiling, she thought ahead to her first flight of the day.

They were to traverse the Pyrenees, a route that was said to be more beautiful than any other. Her supervisor might let her practice her steering at high altitudes, with any luck. And, if she was lucky, there might be the chance to add a notch to her zepellin basket on landing.  

Mirabell walked through the town to the airfield, pausing to chat with her brother, who was hard at work at his watch repair workshop. 

“I’ve nearly finished your timepiece, Mirabell. Just fixing the chain.”

“Thanks! I’m flying over the mountains today, so I won’t be home for a couple of days.”

“Stay away from those French boys, they’re only after one thing!”

Laughing, she bade him farewell. 

She knew what her reputation was, knew her brother knew it too, but she didn’t care. “The flying slut!” was one moniker bestowed upon her. “The girl who could blow a zeppelin across the mountains” was another. “The Mile High Minx” was, perhaps, the kindest nickname she bore. But it didn’t bother her. Why should it? She liked sex, and her job gave her plenty of opportunities to sate her considerable libido.

At the airfield, the mighty zeppelin lay in wait. It was a preposterous aircraft, frankly speaking. The colossal balloon dwarfed the passenger cabin, which even then was being boarded by a group of passengers. Mirabell hurried to the aircraft steps. At the top, she was greeted by Gideon. Tall, crisply uniformed, and handsome, Gideon was distributing newspapers and towels to every passenger. Flashing the head of the cabin crew a flirtatious smile, Mirabell hurried down the aisle to the co-pilot’s seat. 

“You’re cutting it fine, Mirabell,” said Roderick, the pilot, disapprovingly as she strapped herself in.

“You should always be seated before the passengers board.”

“Sorry, sorry. Lost track of time. My watch is broken.”

“Again? How did that happen?”

“Errr…”

She could hardly tell the truth. It had been left on the bedside table when she had undressed with Wilfred. To her delight, Wilfred’s cunnilingus skills were impeccable, and when he dropped his leather trousers, she saw that he was even better endowed than Gideon.

Hungrily, vigorously, she rode his cock. Guiding his hand to her breast, she arched her neck backwards so that her red hair tickled the skin of her back. Mirabell thrust her body back and forth, feeling Wilfred’s penis inside her, feeling the bed bounce under them, feeling the breeze through the open window. This was the only moment when she was happier than flying. 

And then they’d switched, she was on her back, and her legs were raised as high as they could go. Wilfred’s member pumped firmly in and out. Mirabell pulled him down for a kiss, and as she did so, she started to orgasm. 

“Take me hard, from behind!” she’d urged. Wilfred was happy to oblige. And as she’d bent over, leaning into the bed, she’d thought of Asahel’s dick, thought of Gideon’s, and the memories of their hot naked bodies thrilled her as she assumed the position for doggy style..

Mirabell had gasped as pleasure surged within her, growing with each thrust, warming her inside and clouding her mind. In the throes of coming, she’d flung her arm carelessly to her left. It had struck her pocket watch, which had fallen to the floor and cracked. Too lost in ecstasy to notice or care, it was only when Wilfred had blown his load inside her, and they had both regained their breath, that she noticed with dismay that the watch was busted.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we will be taking off shortly for this 09.30 flight from Barcelona to Toulouse. Your pilot today is Roderick. I’m your co-pilot, Mirabell, and the cabin crew member today is Gideon. Our flying time is approximately ninety minutes, so please sit back, relax and enjoy the view!”

The zeppelin rose into the blue, cloudless sky and set off. Mirabell followed Roderick’s instructions carefully. She asked questions often and absorbed as much as she could. Her goal was that, within five years, she would be in the pilot’s seat.

From under her seat, she pulled out her telescope and scanned the horizon.

“You won’t need that yet. In thirty minutes, we’ll be over the mountains, then the spectacular views begin.”

“Yeah, I guess. Just a little excited!”

“When Asahel first did this route, he practically came in his pants, he was so excited!”

Mirabell laughed. As she well knew, Asahel had not come in his pants that day. He had come on her face thanks to the good work of her lips, tongue and jaw.

He’d shown up at her door, almost manic with excitement.

“It was the most awesome thing I’ve ever seen, Mirabell. These vast, ancient peaks ranged together like soldiers. And the snow gleaming was so bright it almost hurt my eyes! It was the best day of my life!”

He was so cute when he was excited. There was a childlike quality to Asahel, not immaturity but an endearing retention of his joy in the wonders of the world.

“Tell me more,” she’d said as she unzipped his pants.

“There were eagles overhead and…oh…and with the telescope you could make out little ibexes and…oh, God!”

Mirabell liked Asahel’s taste more than any other man she knew. His scent was manly, and his penis was just the right size for her. 

“Go on,” she said before slipping it back between her lips.

“There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and the sun was falling, and the stars were coming…oh, stop, stop!”

Asahel had taken a step back, grabbed his cock, jerked three times, and jizz had sprayed across her goggles. She’d watched the spray run down the lens and obscure her view of the man standing before her. 

“That’s the fastest I’ve ever come from a blowjob!”

Mirabell took that as a compliment.

The flight cruised on and approached the mountains. She heard Gideon bustling about the cabin behind her, heard his silky, sexy voice as he served the passengers drinks and snacks. 

It had been the voice that first attracted her to him, but it had been his big, well-cut dick that tempted her to stay her entire summer holiday in his bed. They’d barely worn a stitch of clothing for a week, going out only to eat. The sex with Gideon had been fantastic. She could get wet just thinking about it. In fact…

She scanned the skies for clouds, large birds or other zeppelins and found it crystal clear.

“Can I use the bathroom, since we’re clear?” she asked Roderick.

“Sure. Just don’t be long.”

Mirabell approached Gideon in the aisle. There wasn’t room for her to pass without him turning. When she squeezed past him, she gave his groin a playful squeeze, just out of sight of the passengers.

Leaning to his ear, she whispered, “Join me?”

Ninety seconds later, she latched the bathroom door behind Gideon. The bathroom was surprisingly spacious, and there was enough room to stand. Through the window, they could see the endless blue of the sky. 

“Show me that thing!” she said as she lowered her panties and hitched her flowing dress up. Gideon dropped his pants. Mirabell reached for his groin and she squeezed Gideon’s cock affectionately.

“Our mutual friend! I’ve missed it.”

He smiled, then said, “We’d better make this quick. We’ll be over the peaks in five minutes.”

“So? We’ve got a view.”

“Indeed, we…” he grabbed Mirabell’s dress at the shoulders and ripped it off, exposing her breasts.

“Have!”

“Hey! Now what am I supposed to wear?!”

“I’ve got a spare velvet jacket in my locker, you can put that on,” he said, cupping her breasts affectionately. He crouched a little and kissed them.

“Mmm…love these mountainous peaks!”

He stood. Mirabell pinched his penis between her breasts, pushing them up, letting them fall, squeezing it tightly. She saw a little pre-cum escape the tip.

“So this is why they call you the mile high minx!”

Mirabell felt his cock throbbing against her skin as she massaged it with her boobs. He was so hard, it was turning her on just handling his dick. She crouched and slid his cock into her mouth. Three times, she sucked it hard.  

“Come on, Roderick will expect me back soon. Let’s do it.” 

She hitched her dress up and pulled down her bloomers. She turned to face the window and bent over, bracing herself on the window. As she looked out, she saw the great peaks of the Pyrenees below the zeppelin. 

“Wow!” she exclaimed, gazing down at the snow-covered mountains.

“Mmm, while you admire those mighty, rock-hard pillars, I’ve got one right behind you,” Gideon muttered.

“Do it. Get inside me.”

Mirabell felt his hands grip her hips, and then he entered her from behind. As he started to thrust, she squeezed his cock with her vaginal muscles and reached between her legs to stroke her clit. Through the window, the world stretched away, a gorgeous vista of mountains. 

“It’s so beautiful!”

Gideon was thrusting hard now, and she could feel his cock getting deeper. Her knees were trembling, and her back was starting to complain about being bent over, but it felt amazing!   

“Don’t stop! Oh! Ah!”

Mirabell was coming and was happy to let the passengers know it. The feeling of fucking while flying high above the world was awesome, the emotions of sex enhanced by the magnificence below. Mirabell felt Gideon’s member thump in and out, his stomach bouncing off her buttocks, and his hands gripping her flesh tightly. Outside, she swore she saw an eagle circling the mountaintops, but then her eyes were blurring as her orgasm intensified, and she closed them, holding on to the rim of the window for dear life.

“Yes! Yes! Yessss!”

Gideon moaned,
“I’m close. You’re so fucking hot!”

“Pull my hair!” Mirabell cried. Immediately, he grabbed her long pigtails and pulled her head back, still pounding her from behind.

“Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!” Mirabell squealed. 

“Oh, me too!” Gideon increased his stroke. 

Just as her orgasm faded, she felt Gideon’s cock twitch and shoot its load into her.

He pulled it out, and she sucked it clean, tasting what was left of his cum on her tongue.

“Mmm, that’s hot. Cleaning my cock.”

“Well-deserved!”

Gideon pulled up his trousers.

“You can’t face passengers showing your tits. I’ll go and get you a jacket. Wait there.”

Mirabell cleaned up between her legs and dressed again. When Gideon returned with the leather jacket, she put it on and covered her breasts. 

“You owe me a dress,” she said, playfully squeezing his cock.

“You know these damn zeppelin crews can’t keep their pants on for five minutes,” she heard a passenger grumble as she sashayed down the aisle to the co-pilot’s seat. 

“Good of you to join us,” muttered Roderick sarcastically, “You are being paid to be here, remember?”

“Yeah. Still, beautiful though.”

“Absolutely! Aren’t you hot in that jacket? I'd take it off, if I were you!” 

She was tempted just to see his reaction to her ripped dress and bare breasts. But she just laughed and said no, it was comfortable.

An hour later, the zeppelin touched down, and the passengers disembarked. Mirabell unstrapped herself and joined Gideon at the door of the aircraft. 

“Any plans in France before we fly home tomorrow?” she asked him.

“Yes. I’m like a sailor, me. A girl in every port! Her name’s Claudine.”

“Ha ha! Well, I’ll have to find myself a Frenchman to keep me company tonight! But,” she pecked him on the lips, “Save me some cum for the voyage home!”  

And with that, Mirabell the mile-high minx descended the steps from the zeppelin and set out to explore the city.